Clouds of Witness1972

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Facts, Bunter, must have facts. When I was a small boy, I always hated facts. Thought they were nasty, hard things, all nobs.

Mervyn Bunter:
Yes, my lord. My old mother always used to say...

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Your mother, Bunter? Oh, I never knew you had one. I always thought you just sort of came along already-made, so it were. Oh, excuse me. How infernally rude of me. Beg pardon, I'm sure.

Mervyn Bunter:
That's all right, my lord.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Thank you.

Mervyn Bunter:
Yes indeed, I was one of seven.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
That is pure invention, Bunter, I know better. You are unique. But you were going to tell me about your mater.

Mervyn Bunter:
Oh yes, my lord. My old mother always used to say that facts are like cows. If you stare them in the face hard enough, and they generally run away.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
By Jove, that's courageous, Bunter. What a splendid person she must be.

Mervyn Bunter:
I think so, my lord.